Rubber neckers

Rubber neckers
Rubber neckers
With your little rubber peckers

Is a lane closed, perhaps construction?
 We dawdle in a road without obstruction

Drive, drive!
Just drive.

Like a school of retarded fish
You seem to forget our common wish

To achieve on time our destination
I'm astounded by your procrastination

Is someone hurt, is someone dead?
My front row seat for a pulverized head

Your halting progress makes no sense
Pausing to gawk at cars with dents

If dented cars you wish to see
Just press the gas, and look at me